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9 yrs ago
Current It gets colder these days, but I love my sweaters
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9 yrs ago
One weak drink and my head is pounding... I've become a lightweight.... *wails*
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9 yrs ago
I don't want to get out of bed......pleaseeee...i want to wallow a bit
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9 yrs ago
Omoooo~ what to do? Anime or kdrama?
9 yrs ago
Why do i stay up so late at nighy...it's always a struggle getting up in the morning. ..
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Bio

Hi all! It's Ana back from the void. I had some pretty intense months IRL, but the witch is back and ready to brew up a wonderful little story haha~ Here are my terms for OnexOne, dearlings~ Look it over and let's see if our tastes can create a lovely RP feast for you and me!


Length:

Medium causal to low advanced. I am a bit carnivorous and need a good bit of meat in the posts I get from my partners. Don't let me go hungry, huhuhu~
Like wise, I shall try to feed you with, at the very least posts of two and a half paragraphs in length or more. It's all about give and take, right~?
Mature Topics:

I can do smut and cursing, but let's try to keep it classy? I have a little brother on this site and I'd be mortified for him to find anything that isn't at least trying to be creative in word choice. Plus there are so many ways to keep things interesting and detailed without being crass or vulgar.

And while we are on the topic, I also feel that my mature RPs should be done with 18 and older roleplayers. Same goes with characters: 18 and older, preferably in the 20s, or nothing more than love fluff. You get Angel Food cake, you hear? Only 18 and up get to have Devil's Food.

And Romance doesn't have to be sappy. It can be that they hate each other in the beginning, but have attraction. Maybe they stay enemies. Maybe they unite but still don't trust one another. And maybe she is a hellion and he is cool calm and collected. Or maybe they both have bad tempers. There are so many possibilities! Romance doesn't always mean sappy fluff, but can include dark and more twisted passion. Huhuhu~ That's why there is a 'mature 18+ rating' on the door. ;P
Historical Topics:

Many, if not all, of my RPs involve some sort of historical quality. While I am no history buff, I like things to be believable. Call me nit picky and strict, but I don't like my Vikings calling my Heroine "babe" or "chick". It's odd and jars me right out of the RP.
Have Courage, Dearlings:

I won't bite you. :P I know I may seem strict on what I want, but this is just so we can both get what we want out of RP. If it isn't working, let's not be afraid to say so. Nothing is more painful than trying to feign interest in something you just are not interested in. Let's agree to talk to each other. Compromise and communication can solve many things. I am always open to suggestions once we agree on something to start with. OOC chat threads were made just for these kinds of things. So let's be friendly, yea? :3
One Final Thing:

I am looking to play the female character. I am looking for MY female character to be paired with a male character. I only clarify this because there have been misunderstandings in the past and it got reeeeeal awkward.

And so there is no confusion, I feel I must state it plainly somewhere in my current request: I would like to be the main female character. Thank you very much~ ;3

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Character Birthdays

Wynona Belvue= June 15th

Amelia Rashfree=

Abbie McGumffery=

Mazdak Dresden=

Indiana Ryder=

Francisco Cortez-Willams=

Nathaniel Anderson= June 9

Blake Rooke= May 20

Allison Harlan=

Sadie Hill= November 10

Caleb & Jacob McKinnon= January 14

Lily Westburg= December 24

Ronin Tanzini= December 17

Thomas Jones= May 12

Sonny Kassem= June 13

Nicoletta Soriano=

Cass Rowley=

Clyde Lee=

Lilac Rider=

Poetry Sundance= January 10

Oberon Grimbald= October 25

Conan & Maeve & Tadhg ó Faoláin=

Ezera Porter= July 28th

Ebony Washinton= January 1

Kelsey Hartford= February 13

Kris Hartford= August 8

Jess Grossman= December 31

Selene Cross= April 12


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Me too, I'm disappointed it crashed so hard


I really wanted to play it more...It was a really interesting concept...

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When did Mayuri become the murderer....? :0


*shrugs* i dunno

Kaori Tatsumia




Sunday...


Her only Sunday of since she had moved back to the city. The first reason she had moved was because of her brother's accident. That had been a while ago. Her entire family and picked up and moved to follow her brother to the top hospital that could treat his injuries. But she was twenty now. She could fly free without the weight of past accidents weighing her down. It made her lucky, compared to her parents. Too bad most of the day had been spent unpacking boxes. Again.

Her arms were aching from lifting boxes and her hands aching from small cuts that were trying to heal themselves. Laying in her bed, she looked out through the window. It was night time. With a small sigh, her fire-red halo of hair snuggled deeper into her pillow. The moonlight had an almost dreamy effect in her bright colored room, filtering through those lacy curtains. Finally, she stretched in her bed and smiled. Curling her toes and pushing her arms out, it felt great not to have to be anywhere. Rolling onto her side, she ruffled her hair and yawned. and so ended naptime.

She had promised to go out tonight to meet old friends from college. Some were going to Lush and other to some little mature bar she hadn't ever heard of. Both were causes for concern since she was one year shy of twenty-one. Pursing her lips, she pinched her cheeks to wake herself up.

Time to get ready.


Lifting herself out of bed, Kaori let her feet dangle over the edge before touching the floor. Standing, she stretched again, looking around her box filled room, the redhead stripped off her clothes. Pulling her tights on, the ones with little white flowers on them, she pulled a cream colored dress on. It was long sleeved and mature, hugging her body like a possessive lover.

She wanted her old friends to think of her as a woman now, not just the baby-face innocent they all had enjoyed teasing. Of course, she still had the baby face... Which led her back to her worry of getting caught entering the doors of the mature bar her piano club seniors had all talked about. She supposed she should go there first, then Lush. Calm to quiet and then home again. Seemed simple enough. No reason to worry. R-Right?

Going downstairs she picked up her purse and put on her shoes, looking through her phone. Oh, if only she wasn't so nervous! Pursing her lips, she put her pale lipstick on and went outside to meet her taxi. Walking all the way would look immature, wouldn't it? Best take the taxi. It wasn't as if she could afford a car anyway. Not with the medical bills she was still trying to help her parents pay.

............

The taxi pulled up in front of Cornerstone and she paid the driver, getting out slowly, trying to make sure the short dress stayed in its proper place. Perhaps wearing this hadn't been the good idea she had thought it to be. Playing with fake pearls around her neck, she pursed her lips again and looked at the front door. Well, there wasn't any bouncer to worry about. But then again he might have just got on the job, so she'd have to hurry-but-not-look-like-she-was-hurrying through the door.

Entering the dimly lit bar, she looked around, her halo of red hair bright about her lily tender face. Her illuminated green eyes searched a bit anxiously as she walked over to an empty table and sat down. Ah, no, most people in movies ordered something from the actual bar first. Right. Just look cool, calm and in control. Kaori stumbled over the leg of a chair and apologized the person sitting in it with a flushed face. Finally, she got over to the bar.

"P-Pardon me!" her nervousness made her stammer as the sugar-lace voice tried to get the attention of the bartender, who was chatting contently with a guest, "Excuse me?" She was losing her nerve. Maybe it would have been better to try to find her old friends at Lush and then have gone here with one or two of them. This place made her feel like a child playing grownup...
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I remember you Ana, i remember when you were a blind girl who once referred to Kyle as sunshine, though he was missing an arm back then


Ah~ Tomohina~ Princess Tomo of the Yakuza

They were a cute couple-that-was-never-able-to-become-a-couple ^^

I really adored that rp~
@lovely complex Hahaha~ not the header~ The starry sky was my signature image is wut i was talking about~ And then I felt the need to change it~ For I simply cannot be wearing a matching image~


Haha~ Yes I was the boring character XD
Nice to see you too, Season Two gal~
@lovely complex Ah well... Good for them. I don't really know any of them, I think. But then again I was only in season two for a bit~ Like an unremarkable third rate character in any second season of a popular tv show~ XD I doubt anyone really remembers me or my character, so it goes both ways XD
@LovelyAnastasia >.> guess who's back!?




Oops~ Did my true nature slip again~? Heehee~ Pardon me~ My bad~

Who's back dovie?
@Silver Fox its not just for anyone to RP as though, there is a very certain type of DereDere personality that only Delta, Narcotic Dollie and possibly lovely anastasia can write. If it was just about looks then I would just make her one of my characters :3


..........I think....hm....

Well, welcome to Hell.

I'm turning Kaori in a twisted creature of Dere to save my honor, I guess.

I tired to keep is pure as snow, but ya dun poked the bear.

Get ready fer the claws.

Keep your rainbow.

Tonight the street run red with blood.

N I N A, L U C K Y, T S U B A S A


That....looks familiar XD

Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance




Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The First Day Festival
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Talking with Golden Ebony @mskennedy615, Blakey Boy @MechonRaptor, and a stranger Maeve @TheIrishJJ


Poetry heard the click of a camera as Blakey Boy patted her arm in his usual good nature. Looking over at Ebony-Gold, she had little surprise in finding that the camera she held was being put to use. With her and Blake-Boy as the subjects in the sun. With a bubbling laugh, her cheeks grew rosy and she pressed them slightly in her teaspoon sized shyness. Being the subject of a photo, any kind at all was fine, but the raw emotion that came from candid shots always seemed to speak more than those that were posed. So she glowed in the flattery of it.

Before beautiful Ebony-Gold could answer Poetry's inquiry, a throaty voice shouted up to Blake and she turned in curiosity at this new person. Well, new to Poetry's sights. She hadn't seen her before. But then again, there were always new people buzzing about that your eyes had seen before. It was just that the brain liked to forget them, as it forgot scenery; though it was all unique and beautiful, the brain was as cruel and practical as a Wall Street white-collar. It just loved to over look or pass by the small details of life.

"Oh, a new fluttering butterfly~" she hummed softly to herself, "Taking to the sweet summer sky~ She greets the Sun~ She must wish to speak of summertime fun~" The little tunes always sprouted up from time to time, but how could she not hum this one with such interesting and new inspiration? Tipping her head to the side with a warm smile in greeting, as if she hadn't sung at all, her silver-and-gold hair fell over one shoulder and her spring-water eyes glittered in curiosity.

"What it is, Butterfly?" she greeted in her funky way of saying 'what's up' to this new person she had never seen before, "You know our blazin' ace, Blakey Boy?" She beamed. "Haha~ Well, it's nice ta' meet ya'!"


Oberon Demetrius Grimbald




Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bleachers > > > Stalls of food
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Not at body


Oberon leaned back further, almost fully stretching out in the shade, like a lazy large feline. His head fell back, that pale flesh that should be unmarred by tender youth instead forever marked with a wavering scrawl of black ink. The slightly shaky cursive tattoo was his newest 'gift' from his step-mother. What a generous woman... She always loved to give him little presents of pain, to satisfy that sick sadism her always say lurking in her leering eyes. The boy who was far to old for his age, let out a slow sigh.

Looking up he marveled at the lazy clouds. They seemed just like the other kids his age. Always cheerful, floating about in the endless blue sky, gilded by sunlight and forever out of reach. With a frown, he moved to sit up fully now. His eyes were two storms of dark shadows, making the shade that was draped over him seem as flimsy and sweet as the cotton candy they were ripping kids off with.

Getting up on his feet, the lanky and yet oddly graceful boy moved down those steel steps.

"Show me your smiles and I'll show you my agony,
Give me your tears, I'll drink them like wine.

Tell me you've suffered, and I'll finally laugh.
This is the truth in life:


To live is to suffer.

To love is to hurt.


To speak truth is to be branded a liar.

This is life.


And She is cruel."


He stopped at the bottom and looked up. It was so bright out it hurt his eyes. Narrowing his eyes, he pushed his hands into his pockets. Very well. Might as well walk to get a closer look at everything. Otherwise showing up today would be for naught. Food was the best place to start. Perhaps he'd get peckish had be able to use the money he had gotten from help the old lady in the trailer park. He'd prefer getting new shoes, since the ones he was able to wear were made for winter, but food was necessary too. Though most days he had to skip a meal or two. Better to eat here and now, than get the scraps of whatever takeout would be left around the scrap of metal he was forced to call a home. Off to the food stalls then. He leisurely strolled through the mass towards the scent of over priced carnival food.
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